It’s just… I’ve never heard of anything quite like this.”Fred replied, casually “Man, its just cuckolding, it’s everywhere. I’m pretty s...re its the most popular fetish among married couples. If more people could separate sex from love it would probably be happening in every marriage going.”I was still having a hard time reconciling this information, but I had heard that term before. I thanked Fred for his time, not wanting to linger much longer in this awkward conversation “Alright man, we’ll I. “I must find her!” I cried, struggling to get up but Martha held me down.“You can’t go wanderin’ around these woods in the dark, M’lady. No, you must stay here until the morning. Now, I have some broth on the boil, I'll bring you some.” “Thank you, Martha. You are very kind. I will see that you are rewarded.” “There’s no need for all that, M’lady. You just rest and tomorrow we will get you home.”After eating the meagre, but tasty broth placed in my hands, I lay back and tried to sleep but I. "Sorry, memories of my natural prime are all I have now." "Dad what's gotten into you," I demanded. I was frightened. My father was aging before eyes. The confident take-on-all-comers man's man I knew was changing into an unsure, defeated wimp. "I told you. I'm not healthy enough to have sex. My heart can't take it. Even if it could the medicine they give me has killed any sex drive or desire I use to have." He looked out the window disgusted that his own body had betrayed him the overcast sky. " She thought for a second. "We should be there, right outside the door. What classroom are they in?" They've taken over Mrs. Maxwell's classroom," the girl replied.Natalie looked around. "Where's the boys' team? They should be there too." They usually lunch in the yard," their messenger advised them. "I'll find them." Babs, can you run round to the staff room, and see if the coaches are there? If we can, I'd like them there too!"Word quickly got around. Sixteen girls, sixteen boys, four.